|The canyon road where Grandma spent years herding cattle with her family. |
They had a small home near here where they stayed during the summer months.
|Grandma (9 months pregnant and) hiding behind her mother who was visiting and waiting for the baby to arrive.|
If you haven’t moved a lot, you can’t imagine how it feels to be somewhere completely new. While fresh starts can be exciting, there is lot of not-exciting mixed in. There are no familiar faces at church, you know no one at the library, no one at the grocery store, no one at the elementary school, no one on your kid’s sports teams, no one. The roads are unfamiliar, the stores are different, the climate and the soil and the air and even the water---all unfamiliar and requiring an adjustment. Usually you move into a place where people already have a routine of life, and they flow around you. There you are, everyone else in their natural rhythm going the places they usually go, while you turn in circles because you really can’t get a feel for which way North is in this new terrain of earth and people. Even when a few faces become familiar, they still gravitate to where they have always been and not necessarily to you. It is HARD.
|Grandma with her father and all 7 sisters.|
A quick glance at my memory of that day show Grandma laughing with the rest of them, just not nearly as much; she’s still touched with a sadness at the memory. How she must have looked forward to their visit. Knowing her, I’m sure she thought for at least a week about what to serve for lunch. Maybe she even saved a little of the month’s grocery budget to make the afternoon extra special. I imagine her setting the food out, glancing out the window, then sitting on the porch for a while, waiting to wave at her siblings as they pulled up---familiar faces and embraces in the unfamiliar landscape of her new home. She probably called her mom to find out if they left home on time or what the holdup could be. Then after a while she probably put the food back in the fridge, wondering what happened, aching for what she imagined the afternoon would have been if they had come.
|Grandma and Grandpa with 5 of her sisters on their 50th wedding anniversary.|